We watched the remaining five episodes of Clickbait last night. It improved. Up until the seventh episode. Episodes seven and eight become absurd in the extreme. Think of a murder mystery book in which the perpetrator is introduced, for the first time, in the last chapter. Yeah, that’s the quality of writing one can find in Clickbait. To its credit, though, it improved from episodes four through six. Time, once spent, is no longer viable currency.
I woke after 6 this morning; an oddity, but not an unknown. But the lateness of my start to the day puts me in a time bind. I must prepare to read a couple of poems in church today, part of an “all poems” insight service in which several church members will read. I expect the turnout today to be light; as in lacy or translucent. Perhaps both congregants will show their appreciation for the spoken word. Oh, well. Yet, maybe there will be a bigger crowd than I think. But maybe not. Time will tell.
The Belgian-Australian multi-instrumentalist singer-songwriter who goes by the name “Goyte” but whose birth name is Wouter André De Backer. I know this only because a phrase from his song, Somebody That I Used To Know, features a phrase that resonates with me. The phrase:
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
~ Goythe ~
I’ve appreciated the song since the very first time I heard—and watched—it being performed on an intriguing video. I know I’ve written about the phrase before. In fact, I wrote about it on May 10 this year in the same post in which I suggested I might stop writing in my blog and in which I mused about the unlikelihood that I would date again. I babbled on about several other matters, as well, as I am wont to do. But the intersections between what’s spilling forth from my fingers today and what I wrote during the first part of May this year seem unique. Maybe because I am thinking about the same topics now that I thought about a few months ago. Or maybe my mind and the molecules of thought surrounding it are in alignment. “Molecules of thought.” I like that. I may use it one day, though in fact I just did and it is not working any better than any other nonsensical phrase might.
Before I depart this thread, I have to go on record to explain that Goyte is pronounced like the French Gauthier. So says Wikipedia. I’ve donated money to Wikipedia in the not-too-distant past, so it must be correct.
Today’s weather forecast calls for moderate atmospheric emotion, followed by periods of deadpan sky and a dispassionate stratosphere. Later in the day, though, storm clouds may form at the intersection of celestial rivers of hope and tides of despair. Fierce but ephemeral winds, as deep as the oceans and as transparent as time, may scrape clean the surface of the millennia, leaving a pristine canvas upon which our descendants may paint the future.
And, now, onward through the day.
Thank you, Meg! I appreciate your comment…and, yes, there were a few more than I expected.
The poetry today was wonderful! Extraordinary, actually. What a talented group of artists we have at UUVC. Thank you for participating. I don’t know how many were there to hear, but it sounded like more than 2. :)) Meg PS I had a number of coughing episodes during the reading,(unfortunately while you were reading, so I missed some of yours) so I look forward to hearing it all again when the service is posted to the website at www,uuvc.org.